Andres

He stands ever circumspect
On a top a cold cement block.
Never blinks upon the huge wreck,
Never moves his eyes of rock.

He seems to scream loudly,
Yet no sound could be heard.
Silence that struck deeply
The land that was ignored.

Edifices towered over him,
Keeping him shaded from the sun.
Interlaced roads run by its rim,
Yet looked upon by no one.

His bolo shoots upward,
Piercing nothing but the air,
Reaching to poke through a billboard,
Waiting for someone to stare.

A cloth on a mast, he elevated;
A bloody glow it emanates.
Behold the nation he liberated,
Land of traitors and apostates.

Destiny

Warm river flows through

The rocky and winding route

Always ends in sea.

Sunflowers bloom from

The east going to the west

Shall bow by sunset.

Orange leaves flutter

Levitated by the wind

Be one with the earth.

The chill of the night

Creeping slowly from the soil

An eternal sleep.

To Love's An Act That Would Not Last

To love's an act that would not last; it ends
Akin to light of candle in the night
As time declines, to void itself descends
Within the darkness, lair of no delight.
All things expire to nothing: high and low,
Eternal bliss and sorrow soon shall rest.
The sky and all its glory will forego,
And ground shall fall, a fate it will detest.
When one knows way of love, it will be great,
Enjoyed by men who suffers life and death
For in decay can we appreciate
The feel of flesh, the sweetness warmth of breath
Like every poem, love is quick from birth,
'Cause only then can we behold its worth.